What is life without choice? It’d be a pretty dull existence if we weren’t able to chose how to live our lives.
I learnt not too long ago that you chose what type of live you life. Whether you’re happy or sad, fortunate or unfortunate. After all, not getting everything on your wishlist doesn’t make you unfortunate as long as you don’t look at it that way. Besides, what is stuff anyway? It’s just stuff.
My parents have been graciously looking after my kitty since I left home last year, and I hear she hasn’t been acting like the nicest kitty. She goes to the toilet almost anywhere she wants. She doesn’t urinate anywhere but her litter box anymore, but she does still drop in random places. The only way my Dad’s been able to prevent her from going most places is by leaving mothballs around.
But this Christmas, my Mum’s side of the family is having a reunion in the Philippines and my parents and brother will be away from the house for a little over 3 weeks. At first, my parent’s suggestion was to take her to the THS and I nearly cried right on the phone with my Dad. But I told them there was no way I was going to lost her.
Years ago, when we first moved to Canada we had a cat but we had to give her away to the THS because we were only renting the 1st floor of someone’s house and the lady in the house was deathly allergic to cats… so much so she started coughing up blood. We tried giving her to one of our friends while we looked for our own place to live but the Mum in that family discovered she was allergic to cats too. So we eventually had to give sweet, gentle Midnight away. And it was one of the saddest days of my life… she never brought her claws out, but she was digging into my jacket trying to hold on to me. I decided then, that I will never give a cat over to the THS ever again… I’d find her a home myself if I couldn’t take care of her anymore.
So I don’t know what to do now… I wish I could win some lottery. Then the $16 a day fee for the boarding kennels at the vet’s wouldn’t be a problem!